Eyes of Crystals

I miss the wind blowing through your hair,

the smile that creeps up and lingers,

Your eyes never quite meeting mine,

and the things you whisper so sweetly.

Pain draws me up inside,

Tears wont fall,

Miles painted with clouds separate,

Thinking of how to stall.

Away for uncertain amounts of time,

Returning exhausted and cold,

Unsure how to hold me with those wings,

I miss you, my flame.

Return to me by midnight,

So I might see your halo in full,

Stars in your eyes,

and yet without rule.

Don't close those eyes of crystals,

blind me with their passion,

So I might once again,

hear my lovers laugh.